Hovering at a Low Altitude
The Collected Poetry of Dahlia Ravikovitch
Publication Date: April 2009
Other Editions of This Title: Paperback
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from Clockwork Doll
I was a clockwork doll, but then
That night I turned round and around
And fell on my face, cracked on the ground,
And they tried to piece me together again.
Then once more I was a proper doll
And all my manner was nice and polite.
But I became damaged goods that night,
A fractured twig poised for a fall."